I've been thinking about it for awhile, and after tonight's episode, I'm now convinced:
Six Feet Under must be a joke.
By which I mean, I can't possibly be meant to take this seriously, can I?
The end of last night's episode featured the entire pathetic family standing around a bonfire, burning all of their old stuff (ooh, symbolic). And then, here's the kicker: Claire runs up to her room, opens the window, takes out a boombox, and turns on...
Fucking Radiohead. *
Seriously. Both Mena and I completely lost it.
Who writes this awful, awful show? College creative writing students?
* To which Mena says "it is a pretty song." Well, sure, but the point is that it's Radiohead.
